"Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
...the fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being govern'd, as the sea is, by the moon" [Henry IV, I.ii.31-33]
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Monday, June 19, 2006

Deformed Comment from Al Qaeda Cheerleader Cole

Thankfully, Yale declined accepting demented Arabist/fantasist Juan Cole as a perfesser, although it was a surprise turndown, given Yale's hearty welcome to a Taliban terrorist as a student last year.

Rancid nitwit Cole spews bile at Tony Snow for an offhand remark during a CNN interview about the Battle of the Bulge. Self-righteous in his traitorous way, Cole goes off on a tear, which I'll leave you to link since I don't want to repeat this turncoat's delirious ravings.

Suffice it to say, I once talked to the commanding officer of a division in the Battle of the Bulge who told me that his troops were "scared ****less" of the Germans and that he really had his hands full keeping them from skedaddling. Later in the battle, they fought bravely. But, contrary to traitor/perfesser Juan-Cology, such a situation did exist and Tony Snow, though perhaps unwise to bring it up, did have a valid historical point.

The only point Juan-boy has is the pointed tinfoil dunce-cap he wears, as justified by comments like this geezer-dribble:

"Moreover, there is some danger of Bush's imperial over-stretch imperiling our republic. Our budget deficits, enormous indebtedness, the sinking dollar, and other effects of imperial overstretch and Republican Party irresponsibility could lead to a crisis of epochal proportions."

This Trotskyite moron says the sky is falling; guess we better alert Al Gore to make another movie.

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"''I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough
Among my leaves in times out of mind....' Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments...the fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being govern'd, as the sea is, by the moon."
Twenty-and-eight the phases of the moon, The full and the moon’s dark and all the crescents, Twenty-and-eight, and yet but six-and-twenty The cradles that a man must needs be rocked in: For there’s no human life at the full or the dark. From the first crescent to the half, the dream But summons to adventure and the man Is always happy like a bird or a beast; But while the moon is rounding towards the full He follows whatever whim’s most difficult...An aged man is but a paltry thing,A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress....Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.